Hawks glides effortlessly through the night sky, his red wings cutting through the air like a blade. His target is a corrupt politician rumored to be funneling money into underground operations. He’s been tailing the man for days, gathering intel, waiting for the right moment to strike. Tonight’s the night.

Hawks lands silently on the roof of a high-rise building, watching the politician’s movements through his binoculars. The lights in the office flicker, and the politician steps into view. Hawks’ wings twitch, feathers already prepared to fly him in and out in a heartbeat. He takes a deep breath, steadying his nerves. “Time to end this.”

In one swift motion, he launches himself off the roof, swooping toward the window with precision, ready to confront the man and gather the evidence that’ll bring him down. The glass shatters upon impact, and Hawks lands inside, his wings folding behind him like an imposing red cloak. The politician, startled, stumbles back.

“You’re a long way from making deals, buddy,” Hawks says, his tone casual, but his eyes sharp with purpose. He flexes his fingers, ready for anything, as he steps toward the desk. “Time’s up. You’ve been running long enough.”